Everybody's Crazy

Peace
 Peace, yo
 Nasir Bin Olu Dara Visqu Allah
 Fisk full of dollars in a dice game god
 D&G glasses, cloth Kangols, guided by angel with white wings
 Nas the Viking, fresh to my ankles, thankful
 Gangster see gangster do, I'm Langston Hughes predecessor
 Gun in my dresser, slang I use upset college professors
 More knowledge than Webster dictionary
 Obituary columns, I sign 'em
 The first fake rapper murdered for rhyming
 The jig is up gut 'em like fish, swiss cheese 'em up
 My wrist is freezing up sick of these ducks on my hiatus
 Poking out their chest like they tall as skyscrapers
 But they small like a shanty in an African village
 Soft as cotton candy, we assassins and killers
 Let the shottie off in club floors, pellets play up your familia
 You screaming like you love war
 Everybody's crazy, and somebody's gon' get shot
 Get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped
 Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
 Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop
 But everybody's crazy, and somebody's gon' get shot
 Get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped
 Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
 Peace
 Fuck you with a fist in your ass
 You pussy with yeast, you shook in the street, you a Sisqó fag
 You know blood baths, I make some, fake thugs, I hate 'em
 Eight slugs, I'm bustin' no discussion or waiting
 'Cause now, instead of coke rhymes it's laying
 No, analog it's digital, criminals turned rapper, times are changin'
 Niggas get flashier, houses more plusher
 Bitches givin' ass up at ages more younger
 Hands on the clock keep turning, hands on a Glock they keep squeezing
 Bullets stop in your sternum, they stop you from breathing
 I'm light years far, your mouth get all white when I'm near you
 I frighten your heart
 I want you to watch me notice stare, look closer
 Feel, I'm who you 'posed to be, real, I know it hurt you
 Soldiers approach you, you wanna squash it
 You older than most dudes although Nas did you and your whole crew, but
 Everybody's crazy, and somebody's gon' get shot
 Get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped
 Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
 Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop
 But everybody's crazy, and somebody's gon' get shot
 Get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped
 Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
 Peace
 I know where niggas sleep
 It's too many schemes, too many plots
 War cost money and man I got too many spots
 Hungry niggas get tutored to thinking new shit to come up
 Killers fuck with killers, you sleepin', you gettin' stuck up
 Not me, y'all not ready, I'm low but I'll be watchin'
 We all connected, so my man knows yo' man
 Your man knows my fam' they was cool when they was locked up
 Beat cases down, niggas is back on the block, what?
 Brothers is taking secret routes when they drive
 Tinted windows, ears to the street, stay on their job
 Peep niggas that got prices on their head so high
 Their main niggas'll take the contract, surprise
 So we play a mental game, intimidation
 Got pussy niggas gettin' pressed up on and payin'
 I wish these niggas would step up, wait for the day and
 Since I'm famous they thinkin' assault rifles won't be spraying
 Whoever thinking coming for my vault or the safe
 I got some niggas with acid, get it thrown in your face
 Play dirty, catch your moms in a J-30
 Whatever whoadie we all crazy we all 7:30 now
 Everybody's crazy, and somebody's gon' get shot
 Get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped
 Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
 Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop
 But everybody's crazy, and somebody's gon' get shot
 Get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped
 Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop